“I thought I wasn’t your type.” “I never said it was a bad thing,” Gemma said, thumb sweeping against the crest of Tansy’s cheek. Tansy’s teeth sank into her bottom lip, worrying it gently, wanting to believe Gemma, but not quite able. “You don’t believe me?” Gemma reached out, prying Tansy’s lip from between her teeth, running her thumb along it, making her shiver. “Maybe I should prove it to you. Get down on my knees like I promised. I could show you just how desirable you are.” The
